Shadows dance across the garden,
as we dream under the moonlight and the street lights.
I keep my eyes on the ivy that inches up your gate,
and leave enough room between us,
to make space for Jesus,
but I’m drawn to you,
because I want you,
Your name sneaks from my smiling lips,
free and fulfilling.
I feel like I’m shining,
inviting you onto my shores,
that could be a risk,
but is inevitable and exquisite.